The Washing Machine

I spend my nights cleaning clothes.
Straining and twisting out moisture.
Forcing out dirt from a cruddy bit of fabric.
Hording unclean water to purify.

My hopes and dreams are for the washing machine.
When housework is a bore, not a marathon.
We may join the at ant-hole and work.
While machines do the chores for us.

But warm water is enough for now.
A fire, underneath a pot.
Some sustenance, some energy for the day.
Enough to make my hopes and dreams come true.

Chordal Foilage

Life is about the sustain.
The long held notes.
The freedom to breathe.
The ability to look around.

Chordal foilage, environmental bliss.
We live here in peace.
It is our habitat.
Forever tranquil, forever the same.

As the words exit my mouth.
Bringing out the colours inside.
With qualities, tones and vocabulary.
Techniques I have practiced since birth.

But I am too sheltered.
Never Curious.
My actions remain the same.
Till I begin to challenge comfort.

Someone who is comfortable might as well be dead.

Yesteryears Joy

There was a man
There was a boy.
He lived alone.
He lived for joy.

Knowing too much.
Knowing the truth.
The boy was murdered.
Betrayed by his dad.

A father full of remorse.
A parent full of guilt.
Never telling anyone.
Not even his wife.

What is she finds out?
Surely she will not.
All the things I have hiding.
Deep down below.

I gave it birth.
I gave it death.
Yet I cannot point the finger.
I will not admit mistake.

Tomorrow is the same.
Living in my footsteps.
Yesterdays mistakes.
Yesteryears joy.

Questioning Heart

Confusion in my brain.
A curious being some say.
Upon these words I dismay.
As the ladies touch persuades.

My wandering mind leeches.
But the thoughts of mine are pure.
They wish to lure me in.
Making me the prey.

It's like land mines in the ground.
Just waiting to go off.
I'm like a precious meal.
To the hawk that hungers on.

My eyes widen with my impending doom.
Your lich-like cold stare ingulfs me.
I made myself so vunerable to words.
Now the price, I will have to pay.

Have mercy on my heart.
Please leave me in the sun.
Don't lock me up to die.
I only wanted to see your smile.

Where has the love gone?

Microscopes.

Looking into a tall glass to see my reflection.
I see my pale skin and the dark rings under my eyes.
Have I achieved anything during my time here on earth?
Have I really set out to do what I want to get done?
Is my work being wasted on self reflection?
Should I finally let go and start again?
It seems my vain nature brings me down.
Afraid to be wrong. Afraid to be wrong.
Play to your strengths or work at your weaknesses?
Remember, pride is at stake.

Addiction

As my lungs filled up with smoke.
It's Black and white. What have I done?
The sharp pain enters my side.
Fells like glass in my spleen.
My eyes scrunch down.
My hands grip my stomach.
I breathe in dry matter.
My brain is telling me to stop.
But I am now dependant.
There is something I want.
I feel the burning in my face.
I wish I never started.
I have disappointed you.
But I can't return to my past goals.
The ropes have tied me down.

The Prospects of a Leader

Simple ideas
Bring me to my knees.
Influence my eternity.
Make me want to know more.
But unknowingly ignorant.
Circumvented details.
Till realization.
It brings me to my knees.

A simple idea
A leaf on a tree.
The fading sadness.
The uplifting prospects.
Between anger and peace.
Between sour and sweet.

Because I realized this
my entire life changed.
Philosophy is everything.
Like a spectrum in our skull.
It is our thoughts that define us.
So why can't they set me free?
I hide inside a beggers cell.
All it takes is a frame of mind.
To bring me to my knees.
And set them all free.
But not me.

Reflection (19 characters per line restriction)

I'm trying to feel.
But my heart aches.
Yesterdays mistake.
Brings misfortunes.

The shallow waters.
Will reflect light.
Representing image.
Every worker falls.

As my time escapes.
Eyck's glass blurs.
But life continues.
And pupils deceive.

But it is the same.
My emotion creates.
The mistake within.
Till my mind fails.

Positive Energy

Tonight will be for me.
The music will be mellow.
A fire will flicker in the background.
There will be dim lit vision.

I'll open a bottle of wine.
My legs will rise like a lazy boy.
I take a deep breath in.
My shoulders relax.

I'll read from cover to cover.
Then watch a short film about love.
Expose myself to joyous events.
The mood is set to begin.

I now begin to think about life.
Everything is different like this.
Positive energy flows through me.
My greatest want is to keep this feeling.

But I wake up in the afternoon.
My back is sore from the couch.
I feel like there is a pile-driver in my head.
Cold has encumbered the room.

I have completely forgotten yesterday.
So I'm back to my grumpy self.
Watching happy people live their lives.
When secretly they want to be like me.

The Spirit of Jazz

Jazz is the crying baby inside us.

Like a pure disgusting monster.

Your moments are passing by your eyes

But you will remember why you are alive.

Everyone around you will become one.

You become connected to the world.

Through your music is the key.

To wash the sorrows with creative purity.

Jazz is your urgent need to express your hurt.

It makes your soul ache in pain.

Your spirit withers away like an old man.

But when you play those notes.

You remember why you are alive.

Nice Guy

The aftertaste of a luscious meal.

Bittersweet on his tongue.

Delicate sensations easily broken.

My eyes close as if to flinch.

The tiger hunts its prey.

His stomach growls hunger pains.

Like a beggar with a fortune.

Lingering on the street.

On the prowl for something new.

Slinking with soft footsteps.

He wakes up in his bed.

Feeling the warmth of his lovers kiss.

Weightless he soars into the sky.

His rose flies directly over

Straight to her heart.

His mind wanders into art.

Music orgasmic to the ears.

But it is not enough.

She wants more.

And he cannot be around.

He did everything for her.

Finally he was able to be pure.

But now you don't return my feelings?

Perhaps the thing you want isn't me.

Maybe it was my yesterday.

The nice guy always finishes last.

Innocence

Innocence is something of the past.
And love is all that remains.
Some say it is the spice of life.
Only because it's all they have left.

So why can't we live for ourselves?
Not in greed, but in happiness.
Without sin or pressures.
Because our minds wear thin?

To meet a truly happy man.
Will he bring happiness?
Or anger at his fortune.
The truth is he is poor.

He never won the lottery.
He never got married.
He never did well at school.
He always got picked on.

But he remains happy.
This man doesn't rely on the external.
He knows the true meaning of independence.
His mind will never wear thin.

A Stop Sign in my Mouth.

Looking out into the sun.
Yesterdays night is done.
The crimson borders glimmer
Then morning calls my name.

Our shadows are holding hands.
It's a moments silence.
This can't slip in the sands.
Or my heart has deceived me.

You want to get out of your shell.
I want to tell everyone your melody.
But the words just don't come out.
There is now a stop sign in my mouth.

We embrace for the last time.
It's not the same as yesterdays.
The glint in your eyes are gone.
Intoxication isn't fit for love.

Conflict in the mind

Simmering away in the pot.
Community flourishes like bacteria.
Propaganda rules like the nucleus.
The unholy philosophy, evolution.

Truth seen is truth heard.
But bias drives the heads of many.
Take your own experience and know.
Make your own conclusions and think.

Textbook theories.
Some say throw them aside.
Science will tell you to find proof.
The unspoken rule in today's generation.

The world is like an oyster.
Where prejudice rules.
People are too afraid to offend.
Instead of taking their own steps forward.

Science is slowly dying.
As it disagrees with today's minds.
The theological mind.
The atheist mind.

Behold the heretic, the mutant.
Forgive them for they know not.
But everyone tries to justify.
Until you find the answer.

This is why they are no longer searching.
I would be glad if one book had the answer.
If it were the truth it would make life easy.
But alas, the quest for knowledge continues.

Uncontrollable Emotion.

Even though you sit on the lyres chair.
You must move here and be honest.
Emotion may dawn upon us.
We may feel anger.

But I ask of you to come here.
I will say to you these words.
Everything I have done.
Has been in good intentions.

Do not be mad as I entertain too.
I want the same things as you do.
So why can we not talk and be through?
We could be done with this jealousy.

I have been a good person.
Tried to help those in need.
But now we want the same thing.
I find my life is full of greed.

The nature of the Prodigy

Bestow upon me talent.
For it will give me vanity.
It seeps through the cracks.
The prodigy knows and acts this way.

Simmering in a pot of glory.
Creating a beautiful smell.
Wafting across the world.
Inspiring the less fortunate.

The image of perfection.
A thorn from a rose.
He is a creation of his music.
It is but a tumor, melding into one.

A giant blob of greatness.
Never learning the new ideas.
Living off his early works.
He turns on the tv.

Car Crash

Like giving birth inside a peanut.
The breath flies around.
The sound bounces back.
The walls are keeping me in.

Like a running man with buckling legs.
The helplessness encumbers.
The pride slowly dissipates.
The happiness fades.

Like a cat tied to a stick.
The flow to your head rushes fast.
The anxious wait to be taken down.
The dependent nature of the unable.

Like punching a hungry bear in the face.
The concentrated pain through your body.
The problems begin from your mistake.
The immortal being is brought down.

Be still and carry on.

With eyes closed, he ponders.
Knowing the right way to go.
Studying images imprinted.
Live life and learn.
Be still, and carry on.

But where do I go?
Forward but backwards?
Won't the closing repeat?

Knowing yesterday, the deceit.
As history suggests the nations fall.
And great men rise to the top.
Live life and learn.
Be still and carry on.

Mother Earth

Mother earth is a symbol of beauty
Of green tranquility and peace.
With silent birds, alert and aware.
Safely tucked away in trees.

They see predators on the ground
And Lions slinking around.
Trying to find their way up.
To shake their world to the ground.

When a little sparrow goes down.
Hoping to find food on the forest floor.
Quickly swiped away by the waiting animals.
Mother earth is unforgiving.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow there will be Art.
Tomorrow there will be Beauty.
Tomorrow there will be Science.
Tomorrow there will be Synergy.
Tomorrow there will be Meaning.
Tomorrow there will be Perfection.

Today there is Focus.
Today there is Vanity.
Today there is Study.
Today there is Debate.
Today there is Confusion.
Today there is Fear.

Yesterday there was Nothing.
Yesterday there was Imperfection.
Yesterday there was Mistakes.
Yesterday there was War.
Yesterday there was Ambiguity.
Yesterday there was Fallacy.

Music

Funk lines with mellow vibes.
Love separates the phonies.
Awaiting to feel the pulse.
A mixture of dirt and raw emotion.
Leaving me dry from my fix.
The music is what drives us.
As it steals our insanity.
Becoming a monstrous entity.
The groove flows on.

Conditioned

Awaken, the right side of the bed.
My milk is spilt on the ground.
I can count the remaining drops.
Having failed everything I ever tried.
But enjoyed the process.
Some say I'm crazy.
I'm just an optimist.

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Idealists.
Romantics.
Surrealists.
Theatrics.
Stylists.
Pedantics.
Spiritualists.
Dogmatics.
Survivalists.
Economics.

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Restrictions

People say no restrictions.
So how can time exist?
Life is about living in constraint.
To use what you have.
As limited human beings.
My proof to you, gravity.
So achievements can mean more.

The Green Mist

I live in green mist.
With Tails of foxes and ferrets.
Snakes and fire tearing down.
How much water remains to test?
It could extinguish you know.
Yet you see this pond as your grave.
A dribble of thick black liquid falls.
Devouring the ground slowly.
The green mist suffocates.

Reprisal

Wavering Pitch in the meadows.
Fluorescent to those who know.
Brain wandering, mind altering.
For the truth unleashed to few
And reality simmers through
The mighty will rise up.
But art now sinks down.
Why must I live in modern times?
When mixing messages helps survival.
Wait till my beautiful reprisal.
Then I will tell you my story.

Semitones

Slash chords in the breeze.
Perfect fourths Resonate.
Not a place for a third.
We are on a voyage.
Where Harmony is balance.
Resembling life blossoming
With the dirt and grit.
The third will be played.
Every day.
Till resolution.
Semitones.

Belief

Perspective is a state of mind.
As your life is in your brain,
And without it, there is nothing.

How modest, the sooth glorifies.
Knowing nothing but his truth.
To test faith and bring it.

Saying things unheard to ears.
Altering thoughts blurring the past.
Life is about the good feelings.

Don't let him taint your vision.

The Internet

Meeting love through the wires.
Is like dissipating electrowaves.
The perfect fluctuating image.
Still pictures never age.

When do you know it's real?
Because branches flow away?
Are the roots really foundation?
Then Behold, the perfect being.

But the lottery is for fools
Where false love is not?
You haven't struck gold.
They are not what they seem.

Intentions

In my car I see you.
Shaded through morning light.
Tinted glass foreshadows it all.
I cannot see your true colours.

Her hair waves in the air.
Her sigh melts me.
She's so beautiful.
And the sun rises into the sky.

Her lips gravitate towards mine.
She is surrounded by my arm's warmth.
The fireplace is roaring.
Sitting in her splendor, I stare.

More black than bright.
Light bulbs replace the sun.
Your hand is placed in mine.
My heart smiles

The moon goes behind the clouds.
In town the nightlife awakens
My intentions were pure.
I can see yours were always elsewhere.

History

Tears flow as the motions grow.
Let me leave this rich sensation.

Open minds so the brain finds.
New ways to live on the outside.

My life is experiences past.
For I live in my history behind me.

One day I will live for tomorrow.

Reason to live.

Stiletto. Mini Skirt. Push Up Bra.
Whore House. Drugs. Abuse.
Beaten. Solemn. Aggression.
Lust. Money. Greed.
Anger. Discomfort.
Starvation. Death.
Nothing is here for them.

Burden

Until we put pen to paper.
Or we mention those words.
No longer rhetorical.
Restricted by my thoughts.
With translucent barriers.
I have lost my ability to be individual.
My name is no longer.
I will be known as Burden.
A drain on your soul.
I am able.
But lack motivation.

Art Work

Appreciate my art for I try like the other million
A Hypocritical notion for we all have no time.
Roses are in this world that makes life worth living.
But noone sits still to taste the flavor.
Is it Because I stretch my time so thin?
Twisting and turning through a time paradox.
With a job done comes another job.
I compete to win. I compete to satisfy others.
I want to make them happy as I have been.

Tempermental.

For love lies in one form.
With no resentment.
And only two.
Life's Beauty
Is Trapped in a cage.
For only one.
Yet experienced by many.
Fading, but rejuvinating
Your Pounding Heart
A Breathing mess.
Cold sweat.
Extreme nervousness.
You shove your fist in your mouth.
And Its gone.

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The Can Opener

Your couch serves its purpose
Yet existing in a frame of its own mind
An un-meaningful lonely being
Made to bring satisfaction

Like a can opener does its job.
Till replaced with a shiny counterpart.
Will a mans niche make him the object?
Like Iron to Bronze plating?

The sleek exterior is the only change.
While a mans personality goes un-noticed.
Everything dies. Nothing lasts.
But change is everlasting.

So retract your selfish being.
This will only end in a meaningless death.

Mother.

It makes me wonder what I would have done.
When one person is so important to you that you rely on them.
Ponder the thought of a child holding onto his mothers hands.
When the mother gets taken away.
All it takes is one person to make all the difference.

One person can make everything change for the better.

Ascension

Colour me out, i'm gone.
You know how it really is.
Yank the needle out and see it go.
Bung my wound and fill my holes.
Light renew.
Baked.
Turned into violet strands.
Thinner... thinner.. into the air
My cobalt waste never cries.
Renewed. slowly.
And Healed.
Set free.
Ascended.

Time never comes to those who wait.

Drawing fourth the death touch.
Like a double edge sword.
Still staying true to the oracle.
A little northbound of the heart.

So a wise man creates his future.
But the present rots away.
Until there is nothing left.
The Tyrannicides explain it all.

All in all we still face the fiery light.
As we live life standing still.
The bonfire roars in our faces.
Time never comes to those who wait.

Happiness is just a thought away.

Life is old.
Hearts are cold.
I've loved too much.
And now too little.
I want a cure
To make me pure
Bring me innocence.
Bring me silence.

Happiness is just a thought away.